Memory cannibal
Reoccurring episodes when my spirit and mind, are in fight or flight. I recognize and identify in moments where I feel completely blank inside. It’s my body’s way of reminding me to unplug, just take a break. Things are overloading, I need to mentally and spiritually escape. Detach and let go of everything, especially from those moldy framed memories. Clear my plate full of moments, where I’d rather not hold space. A mental memory cannibal is who I may need to feed. It would have been a bigger memory feast, if I didn’t start those sessions sponsored by an MFT. And before I learned to appreciate the undoing of the override, built by some old version of me. I am allowing the Indulgence and consumption of those poisonous memory plates. Right from off my table of shame. Feasts of anger, sadness and pain. From a past that serves no source of fulfillment for this version of me today. This process takes place quietly, beneath the skin, bone and tissue. It’s more of a spiritual and mental misuse issue . I am sure my consciousness is trying to take care of me, as it turns on the exterior autopilot & power save mode intermittently. Which works at protecting the positive good memories, from being sorted plated, and digested, pointlessly. Helping prevent episodes where fight or flight are the only options I see. Because when I have too much on my plate, it becomes daunting and too heavy a task to overtake. So my body’s override sorts every memory good or bad inside. It plates everything, and that’s where we get to decide, do we want to keep feeding our spirit sadness anger and lies, or memories that support hope growth and peace inside. Your choice. Dinner's at 5
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